Category: Writing

I’m writing y'all something. It’s not up to some crazy-high standard, nor does it serve a huge purpose. It’s not even what I’d been planning to write next on this blog. (Then again, my grand plans are why I write ALMOST NOTHING.)

I saw my sister hallucinate with a fever once when I was a child, and believe me, that’s a memory that sticks with you! (At one point she started talking about being a tightrope walker, and later began reciting random numbers. Unsettling.)

I also cannot help but love the proliferation of strange mushrooms in their multitude of unexpected shapes and arrangements. You might find the strangest specimen standing alone, or a circle of frilly brothers and sisters keeping unexpected vigil. I love those perfect days where the temperature is just crisp enough to tell you to keep moving...